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Yes. A thousand times.

Authors Note: Hey everyone, soo I have kind of been slacking with writing blurbs and I apologise for that, I just haven’t had much inspiration to write. I feel like I say this with every blurb I right, haha. But sorry!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one! Hope everyone is having a good week… and bless Harry for his damn tour that gives me life. :) xx
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He was more than you ever deserved, he was your right hand, your heart, and essentially your everything. You thought he was the one, the one you’d spend your life with until you were both grey-haired and grumpy, you thought in years to come you’d watch him from the kitchen while he plays outside with the children, chasing them around the garden, teaching them to play catch or tea party. You believed he was the only one you’d bring home to Mum and Dad, the one who would ask your Dad permission for your hand, the one who would stand by you even through the darkest storms. But lately, all the high hopes and vision you had assumed would become a reality, seem too far-fetched, they’re nothing but a figment of your imagination.

He has been distant lately, travelling for work and for unknown reasons, not giving many explanations each time he leaves. He gives you the bare minimum for where he is going and what he is doing, which wouldn’t bother you if it wasn’t just out of the blue for him to become secretive and shady. For four years, the two of you have built on your relationship and became an open book with each other, always managing to keep each other updated on the events of what’s going on, but now, now it feels like you are both living two different worlds that are miles apart from each other.

You stand towards the back of the bar, the smell of beer and overly applied cologne lingers the area as everyone pays attention to the mellow music playing, introducing someone that is destined to embarrass themselves with karaoke. This isn’t the type of scene you appreciate being in when it comes to Saturday nights, but you were hauled along when one of Harry’s friends invited him and it was too much effort to even attempt to try to get out of it. 

You scan the crowd for the familiar green eyes of your boyfriend, your eyes skimming over the crowd until they lay on him. He’s sitting at the bar with Nick, having a good gossip— so you presume— while entertaining a few of the other mates you have yet to be formally introduced to, for what reason, you do not know. You stare at him from a distance, observing how he is smiling widely and laughing, seeming completely unaware of the fact you have strayed away from him and settled into the crowd of half-drunk individuals who have no idea they’re getting laughed at when they hit the karaoke stage.

Your eyes extract away from their stare when a bitter liquid embeds itself into your dress, your eyes glaring up at the man who has managed to spill his drink on you. Your eyes stare at him like daggers ready to pierce his soul. The poor guy looks like a deer in headlights, frozen and scared by your distinctive glare. “I am so-” he begins but you cut him off and shake your head.

“It is fine,” you mutter through your teeth, the whole situation far from fine. You fake a smile before stepping away from the deer in headlights and manoeuvring your way through the crowd to get to the bar, the bar that has probably seen more lonely nights than you can imagine.

“Hey, love, havin’-” Harry begins with his subtle smile, one that would usually melt your heart with its charismatic charm, but tonight, tonight it just infuriates you further.

“No, I am not having fun,” you mutter, “I don’t enjoy smelling like a damn brewery,” you gesture towards your dress. You take a breath, not wanting to start something in public and in front of his friends, so you stick with calming your voice as you speak, “I am going to head home, be careful,” you inform him as he studies you carefully, his brows knitting into a frown before you lean down and kiss his cheek.

“I’m just going to say bye and then we can leave, here, I’ll meet you in the car, if you like,” he dangles his car keys in front of you, taking you by surprise. With how shady he has been recently, you expected him not to give a damn that you were more than delighted to get a cab home while he stayed and did whatever with his friends. You take the keys into your warm hand, giving his mates a small smile before walking away from the bar and making your way out.

The drive home was quiet, no thanks to you. Harry tried to have a small conversation with you but you weren’t too interested in a half-ass conversation.

You step out of the car and close the door before making your way towards the doorstep of the house, your heels sounding against the concrete as Harry’s footsteps travel behind you. You step out of his way so he can open the door, but his hand doesn’t reach for the door, instead, he turns to face you.

“Care to tell me what’s going on?” He questions, taking note how something is unquestionably wrong but entirely unaware that something has been ‘wrong,’ for quite a while.

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest as the wind begins to pick up and whistle around the two of you, Autumn leaves falling at your shoes and dancing around the pavement. “I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s wrong,” he presses as he turns to the door and begins to unlock it, “And don’t tell me nothing is wrong because it is clear something is wrong, so you might as well tell me.” He continues, subsequently pushing the door open and allowing you to step foot into the house first. You ignore his attempts at a conversation about what is wrong.

The door closes behind you as you turn the lights on and walk down the hallway, “Y/N,” his voice travels down the hallway behind you before his touch meets your arm, “This isn’t like you, you’re always open with me, what’s going on?” An unrelenting stare narrowing down onto you.

“Look who’s calling the kettle black, Harry.”

His forehead puckers in a thoughtful and irritation expression while frustration crinkles his eyes. “And what do you mean by that?” He questions as you shrug his hand away from your arm.

Your eyes flash with fury, “Exactly what it means. You talk about me always being open and yet you’re closed off and shady as hell.”

“I am not shady and closed off, Y/N.” He shakes his head, defending himself.

You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. If how he has been acting lately isn’t shady then you don’t know what shady is. “You were gone for two weeks without much detail, you are barely home and when you are I get one worded answers out of you, it seems like you are just not interested. And quite frankly, if that is the case, then go ahead and tell me right now.” You raise your voice slightly, tears already threatening to fall from your eyes as the words leave your lips.

You love him, you do. You don’t want things to an end, you don’t want all the future plans to go down the drain like they were nothing, but if it is what he wants, it is what he will get. There’s no point fighting for someone who is already gone and has already lost interest.

He shakes his head, “Y/N, no. You have it wrong.”

“How so? Even tonight you didn’t even realise when I strayed away from you. You were more interested in your friends, which is fine, but you invited me to go out with you and then just disregarded me.” … “If you want to end things, just tell me. Don’t make me think you still love me.” You let out in a whisper, mentally praying that he doesn’t want to call it quits.

Harry’s body stiffens at your remark and he grows quiet for a moment before he breaks the silence. “Is- is that what you’re wanting?”

You lift your shoulders into a shrug as you look down, no longer what to stare into the eyes that you fell for so many years ago.

“Can you look at me?” He questions, his hand resting under your chin and lifting it up, his eyes meeting yours, “You have it entirely wrong..”

“How? Explain how.”

He takes a breath and his hand moves to his pocket, resting itself in the warmth of the space, “If I have been shady, it has been for good reason. When I was gone for two weeks, I wasn’t on a business thing for the album, I uh, I was Niall.” He begins and you cut him off,

“So you lied.” You immediately challenge, your mind swirling with one-hundred different reasons why he would have lied about his whereabouts. Was he cheating?

He nods, “But, for a good reason, I swear.” … “There was this place in Ireland that had something I needed and I had to go down and get it, well, when I got there, they had screwed up the entire order so I had to stay and make sure it all got fixed.”

“And you couldn’t have just told me?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “I-I was trying to make everything special and a surprise. But, it is ruined now. It was all for this… This is why I have been distant or whatever.” He murmurs, his hand pulling a black box from his pocket. He lowers himself down onto one knee, his finger flicking open the box to reveal a beautiful diamond shining brilliantly with the lighting. Your heart races instantly, tears cascading down your cheeks as the realisation of him proposing becomes a reality.

“This isn’t how I wanted to propose, I had hoped to make it special. But, from the moment I met you, you have been the light at the end of the dark tunnel for me, you have lifted me in more ways than you will ever know or understand, you have helped shape me into being a better man. Y/N, I love you with all my heart and every fibre of my being, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. It has been a few years of ups and downs and I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. You’re the best thing to have walked into my world and I pray to God you never leave. I’d be honoured to have you as my lover for the rest of my life, I want to be there for you, to hold you, to cherish you, to love you, and to be the man you have wanted. I want to raise kids with you and show them what it is like to be loved, I want out kids to look at us and see how much we love each other and I’d like to have you as my wife if you’ll allow me.”

You gaze at him as he’s on one knee, your breath hitching in your throat as more tears fall from your eyes. You hadn’t thought he would be down on one knee moments after an argument, in fact, him proposing hadn’t even been on your mind until now. “Y/N? It’s your cue, what do you say?” He smiles up at you, waiting for your answer.

There’s no other man you’d want to spend your life with, nobody else you would want to have children with, he’s the one, the one that you want to wake in the middle of the night when you hear unknown noises, he is the one you want to cry into when things go wrong. He is the one you want by your side, he is the one you want to always love.

Without much effort, your answer slips from your lips, “Yes,” .. “Yes a thousand times, Yes.” You whisper as he stands to his feet. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, the kind of kiss the silences everything and creates a reality where it is just you and Harry….

sleonesia  asked:

What does the toon palace look like? Sorry if im bothering, just really want to get an idea before i start drawing it. After asking for permission of course.

sorry for the late ;o; ksjdfhskjdfhsjf


this is why I’m pretty sure the “mark swapped with Damien and killed him in his body” thing is canon because Damien not only references that Mark is running around in his body - but that they’re trapped in his

I can’t see a ghost forcibly taking over Damien’s body considering Celine and Damien had to all but ask “our” permission to take over “our” body broken as it was - and I think that’s because we had to share, they didn’t have their own vessel to force “our” spirit into which is why Mark bothered forcing Celine into his body as well ( possibly even doing so by taking over hers as we see her in that ominous shot )

I mean, I’m sure Celine and Damien care about “us” and are good people but as furious as they both were I’m pretty sure politeness would have gone out the window if they could force their way into our body as spirits

idk does this make any sense? I’m probably giving it way too much thought but /shrug

Online Spaces Part 3: Going Out In Public

When someone posts on their blog or social media, they sometimes see themselves as being in a public space. So, they expect people to voice disagreement, ask them to quiet down under certain circumstances, or tell them when they’re being very rude.

Some people see their posts as a private space. If you join that conversation, you’re opening the door and letting yourself in, and anything you say upon entering will be viewed in that context.

If you’re not sure if you’re welcome in a space, you can always ask permission before joining or starting a conversation. Often, you’ll be treated more warmly because you treated the space as personal to someone else.

Now, people tend to see a space as more public if more people spend time there. This can be disorienting for users whose web pages become popular on the internet, and they find that what used to be a place to tell their friends and family about their thoughts is suddenly… a little less intimate.

When you’re on the internet, there’s no solid way to measure the privacy of a space you are in. So you can’t be totally sure how anything you say will be received. Be careful when you can.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | …

Note: check out this post’s permalink to see if we’ve linked it to the rest of the series yet.

anonymous asked:

Apparently from their comment on their blog, they werent claiming the stories as their own, they just put them there to read o their phone, since they didnt like ao3?

They should’ve

1) ASKED FOR PERMISSION. I can’t believe that someone thinks it’s okay to just steal someone’s fic and post it elsewhere without consulting them first.

2) Actually…. linked back to the author. Or at least mentioned their name?? Just saying ‘I didn’t write this’ is no way near enough. 

If they’re too immature to realize this, they’re way too young to be reading my fic. I hope at the very least this was a learning experience for them, and that it’s taught them not to outright steal other people’s intellectual property in the future.

Hey, just a heads up, and this isn’t targeted to anyone in particular but a handful of people that I’ve seen on my dash or roleplayed with, using stolen art as icons or for themes or whatever isn’t as cool as you’d think it is. Trust me when I say I see the appeal, I used to do it too, but if you wouldn’t want your art taken and cropped and edited and butchered into several ways then not even credited for or asked permission for, shouldnt you assume the same of whoevers art you’re using? Its understandable if your character shows up as a very minor character, but its still not an ethical thing to do. Don’t be an asshole and claim other art as your own. You’re basically doing the same thing as art thieves.

anonymous asked:

I agree with what you say about not wanting to be tumblr police. I'd like to point out that the law on taking photos of people in public place vs private place is so different in different part of the world that it is just no "right" vs "wrong". It is certainly nice idea that everyone will respect each other enough to ask for permission in such situation, but I believe David, who lives in US and filming in Canada, is well aware of anything he does in public place can be legally photographed.

Yes, he is and he has acknowledged it a few times during interview. David wasn’t trying to hide, but he wasn’t trying to show himself. He was just living his life. 
It is legal to circle an area for hours expecting to see your fav passing by, taking pictures and releasing them. But it’s not because it’s legal that it’s okay, right, healthy or normal, imo. I guess we should be glad this person didn’t try to sell those pictures to TMZ!

anonymous asked:

Oh.... That is a nice picture of reaper.... I need you to send me all of those pictures so that I may.... Study them.... For medical research......

ask him for permission for me to release reaper pics

  • Lance, while scrolling through his phone: Apparently you can buy pet rocks online... I mean that's so crazy only idiots would spend $19.99 on-
  • Hunk: You bought one didn't you
  • Lance, with tears in his eyes: I bought five....